Encounter

Skin glistening, heat rising...tensions tightening..
Silken sheets, encasing your body. Your blue eyes look tired, drunken, hungry for me. What is this, the 1000th, 2000th time for us? Each time is new, exciting..wonderful. Feeling our bodies mesh as one cannot be described. I feel I'll pass out from the shear warmth of you.



Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2005-10-09 at 07:40

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Commentally Ill
(in a foxworthy-redneck voice)
if, after the 2000th time you are still runnin back for more, you might be... in love

:D
2005-10-09


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
again with the spacing of the poem here. the bonding of love, a good time.
2005-10-09